With her help, John got the two knives, sheaths, and a leather belt for one glove, and the horn bow, a quiver of forty arrows, extra strings, and a pl...in looking staff for the other glove. When they left, the two proud owners of the gloves were each trying to bargain the other glove away from each other. While they had gotten a good bargain, it reminded John that something was worth what a person valued it to be. For him, he had gotten value.John had a day to become familiar with his new. He had one hand on either side of my groin now, gently rubbing. I wanted his hand on my dick badly. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his eyes. He smiled.“I guess that’s it then,” he said. “Nisha said you would finish this part yourself.”No,” I said. “It’s okay. I’m really horny. “What would you like me to do for you then?” he said.“Rub me, please. Rub my dick.”“Show me what you want me to do,” he said.I reached down and took my dick in my hand and started to stroke it. “Like this,” I. “I didn’t have anything to do with it, but I could see when you got here that you were wearing a c-cup six band sizes too small. Your tits have a wider gap between them than most bras are made to handle. You need a b-cup that lets you adjust the cups to accommodate your breasts. If you let me fix it, the bra will be much better than it is now,” I told the delivery woman.She started to unclip it when I stopped her. All I needed to do was widen the cups, which I could do with her wearing. But whatever. The session that day had gone pretty well I thought. I couldn’t remember all the details of course. But I did recall that John was very complimentary about my new polka dot panty and bra set, that he gave me some fine coaching on what men like when they are blown, and that the highlight of the session had been my time with Mr. Blacky. Mr. Blacky is this 9 inch black rubber cock that John has girls practice with. I remember that he got me nude – cause it makes it more realistic for.